Confessions
One: I think I kiss Lily too much. No, really, I think I do. I’m always kissing her. Constantly. I do it subconsciously, whenever I’m holding her. I just can’t resist nuzzling that soft peach fuzz atop her perfect little head, or feeling how the plump of her baby cheek yields under my lips. I wonder how long it will be before she’s old enough to be really annoyed by it? I can already hear her say “Oh, Mom!…”
Two: I’m feeling a little, well, emotional about Lily’s upcoming birthday. Ok, maybe more than just a little emotional. I’ve been downright weepy thinking about it lately. And the funny thing is, I can’t quite figure out why. It’s probably a complicated, subconscious tangle of reasons, as these things often are. First, I simply cannot believe a year has passed since our little girl came into our lives. Never before has a year flown by with such lightening fast speed. Our lives have changed completely, wonderfully, and the joy of it makes my heart feel as though it will burst wide open some days. Then there’s the sobering realization that if the first year went by so dizzyingly fast then surely it will seem like no time at all until the girl is packing her bags and going off to college, and darn it, we haven’t started that college fund yet. There’s also a little sadness that hers will be the last little feet to pitter-patter through our house. But mostly, I think, it’s an overwhelming feeling of awe and gratitude that we’ve been blessed with such a perfect little bundle of girlie sweetness.
Three: With the exception of 2004 when Doug and I got married on the sly on Christmas Eve, I haven’t enjoyed the holidays this much for many, many years. Suddenly it all has meaning again – the decorating, the cookie-baking, the planning, the shopping, the wrapping, the gift-giving. Christmas was indeed made for children.
Two: I’m feeling a little, well, emotional about Lily’s upcoming birthday. Ok, maybe more than just a little emotional. I’ve been downright weepy thinking about it lately. And the funny thing is, I can’t quite figure out why. It’s probably a complicated, subconscious tangle of reasons, as these things often are. First, I simply cannot believe a year has passed since our little girl came into our lives. Never before has a year flown by with such lightening fast speed. Our lives have changed completely, wonderfully, and the joy of it makes my heart feel as though it will burst wide open some days. Then there’s the sobering realization that if the first year went by so dizzyingly fast then surely it will seem like no time at all until the girl is packing her bags and going off to college, and darn it, we haven’t started that college fund yet. There’s also a little sadness that hers will be the last little feet to pitter-patter through our house. But mostly, I think, it’s an overwhelming feeling of awe and gratitude that we’ve been blessed with such a perfect little bundle of girlie sweetness.
Three: With the exception of 2004 when Doug and I got married on the sly on Christmas Eve, I haven’t enjoyed the holidays this much for many, many years. Suddenly it all has meaning again – the decorating, the cookie-baking, the planning, the shopping, the wrapping, the gift-giving. Christmas was indeed made for children.
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